Montecito Mama

Some kids need Disneyland. But for Lucie, the refrigerator truly is the happiest place on earth. Nothing quite compares to standing underneath that bright halo of light shining down on all of that food, glorious food.

Lucie found Grayson's gift from the Easter bunny (a whoopee cushion) insulting to her delicate feminine sensitivities. Either that, or life with her father has made her respond in terror to these types of noises. Grayson, ever the big brother, is beside himself -- with glee, that is -- to have found a parent-endorsed, tear-inducing activity.

Open house at the Foothill School kindergarten took place this week. The carpet mats and paint easels brought back good memories, and I even used my baby daughter as an excuse for a few minutes of play time in Mr. Casady's toy kitchen. The regular classroom residents were on-fire to be at school at night, but we parents were just so proud to see their art and writing samples on display. When I proclaimed my pride to Grayson, he told me, "Yeah, it really took me a lot of brainstorms to get all of this work done." Grayson's teacher, Mr. Casady (see picture) traced silouettes of each child and it was the parents job to guess which was your child. As if there was any doubt which was the big-headed Wagner one!?!

A how-to video for those of you interested in a little self-improvement. This one is titled, "How to Kick A Ball," and is demonstrated by soccer superstar, Grayson. Students of the master should especially note the eye technique that is used to align the ball with one's opponent. Intimidations like these and more will be fully illustrated for you on a two DVD set for the low low price of $19.95 (+ shipping and handling). But wait, there's more!

I should have known that mischief was in the air this morning when Rob's car keys were recovered from the diaper pail and a pacifier found floating in the toilet. Those should have been my first clues. Instead, it took the shattering of glass and slow sound of gravel piling on the carpet for me to take notice, but by then, it was nearly too late; Lucie had already gone fishing. I arrived on the scene just as Lucie was about to partake of her sushi breakfast. Knowing that the future of the sibling relationship depended on Harry-the-Beta-fish being saved, I pried his lifeless body from her chubby fist finger-by-finger and did a quick body scan for blood leaks. Finding none, I ran into the bathroom and plopped Harry's floppy little body into a stacking cup filled with leftover bathwater. And then, just like the Easter story, Harry was resurrected! He lives! I'd like to say that no animals were harmed in the creation of this blog, but the next 24-hours will be touch and go.

Couldn't resist posting these pics, too. I especially love the one of Lucie, because it shows off her adorable leg rolls. No Spanx for this girlie!